"Indeed. I'll have to gauge that myself. My nephew...he hasn't taken the reigns in quite the same manner that I'd have expected. He retains the silver tongue and dark mind of his father though. Beware of him, but do not touch him."
"Certainly. Although all may not be doers as the more powerful, the least they could do is provide the funding for those who do their dirty work. Pathetic, those neutrals. No concept of believing in their cause. It's why they will never exceed beyond the mediocre."
"Of course." Rodolphus gave the boy a cheerful clap on the back, "To the victor goes the spoils. I always reward those who show loyalty and strength."
Then, in a swift motion the discarded Playwizard was picked up off the floor and thrown at Adrian's stomach, "I'll leave you to this, then. You'll be told your orders in a few days." And with that, he was gone.